Beneath the rippling structures of glass and steel, where shadows whisper secrets of the sun,
lie the forgotten bones of towering dreams submerged in silent slumber.
The last breaths of a dying star ascend through the void like scattered wishes.
Once, we climbed to the heavens with hearts ignited by celestial flames,
reaching into the abyss, longing for the embrace of stars.
Now, we descend into the deep, beneath the ocean's tapestry of twilight.
In the murmur of leviathan corridors, in the echo of coral cathedrals,
the whispers of ages paint the canvases of tomorrow with stardust and dreams.
Will the skyscrapers of the sea wake, or shall they sleep forever in the depths?